"Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy (poor boy), I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters"

Today was the most interesting Creative Writing class. My teacher said "Hey, we haven't walked around in a while."

Upon walking into the hall, the lockers disappeared, and we were forced to carry backpacks with all our belongings.

Snakes invaded the school, and we were forced to dodge them while still carrying our backpacks. One of the members of the class had a Melodica, and he played it walking down the hall, giving us our theme music.

Still with snakes and backpacks, the ground became lava.

A wall appeared in front of us, and we were trapped in the lava while Shiim and its sister were safe on the other side.

Stepping stones appeared, and we could follow a path through the lava.

There was an invasion of grasshoppers the size of human beings.

Females became vampiric, and highly desirable to avoid.

We ventured to the gates of Hell, where we talked with the Gatekeeper as Satan walked passed us.

We passed by the gates and found ourselves in Purgatory, where we sat and all sang together (Bohemian Rhapsody) as people ventured passed us to Hell.